Wichita eagle., 1887-10-21
FAMILIES ABOUT EUROPE.
From England to Egypt Especially for
the Eagle.
NO. xxx.

From England to Egypt Especially 70
ii the Eagle.
NO. xxx.
On my return from the continent +
London employed portion of my tim
In visiting such places as had been denie'
me before. or which had reserved unit
this time First we took q run up +
Stratford-o on Avon, noted az the birth an,
burial place OF Shakespeare. We travele,
by rail SIS far as bennington and then tool
a carriage for Stratford, passing through
lovely stretch Of country for distance O
fourteen miles. We dined at the Re.
Horse Inn. made famous by Washingto,
Irving. whose sojourn here has added NJ
little prestige to the reputation of the town
besides proving bonanza to the propr..
etor of the Inn, for all Americans feel hon
ored by the fame of one of their most dis
tinguished countrymen and patronize th,
Red Horse to the utter disgust Of the pro-
prietor Of The Red Lion, out Of respect Il
the memory Of the author Of Rip Var
Wrinkle, and not because OF any especia
merits the Red Horse possesses for tht
comfort ofman or beast.
II Ia seldom one finds In Eu
veneration. You can count them on youl
finger ends: Washington, FRANKLIN. Irv-
ing, Lincoln, Peabody, Garfield, Grant
Hawthorne, Emerson and Longfellow
These have all passed away and left ar
imperishable name, both at home and
abroad. We were conducted after dinner
to the house In which Shakespeare was
born and shown the room In which he first
saw the light of the day. The old house
has been converted into museum, where
some Anticipated English ladies point out
to you relics Of Shakespeares time, some
of which they claim once belonged to
him. Strange to cay there Is not scrap OF
paper Ia this museum nor anywhere else
that | am aware Of containing specimens
of his handwriting, not even his signature
The nearest TO it-and that is no where's
a time stained note addressed to him by an
impecunious friend asking for the loan OF
a small sum OF money.
| From the museum We drove around Ia q
pelttng storm-the conveyance was an open
one-to the old parish church, some por.
tons Of which date from the thirteenth
century, where the remains Of the i'm
mortal bard were laid away. Within
the chancel Is bust Of him
and beneath 1t fiat stone with the well
known inscription as follows:
Good friend, for Jesus sake forebeare.
To digg the dvst enclosed heare:
Bleste be We man that spares thes stones,
And curst be he that moves my bones.
Another inscription In latin is On the tab
let beneath the bust, which rendered into
English Is as follows: I'm judgment a
hester, In intellect Socrates, In art Vir.
gil. the earth covers, the people mourn,
Olympus has BEEN" followed by a verse In
Old English, too lengthy to copy, but clos.
Ing with the date of his death, April 23d,
1916. aged 53years. A fine memorial hall
has been erected to his memory, and ano her
monument still In the hands of the work
men is being put up with fund con,Iibu
ted by certain Americans
Here we parted company with that por-
ton of the Cook party who were to embark
for their homes In Gods country" the fol
lowing day. Speaking for myself / am
free to say that | gave the parting hand |
with reluctance. For fifty days they had
been my companions through all the pleas |
ures and dlscomforts of a trip, which to all |
of us | doubt not was 20 replete |
18th happiness. So TO seem
like Ingradtude to Providence tvtn In this |
ll.e to hope for another that should equal
1t. In that brief period ties Of friendship |
IL,
OF life will never tear asunder or cause
lapse into forgetfulness. 1t was close onto
when we reached London In a |
special and ratified over the cobbiestones
for two miles to our hotel | feel some
what as II / had been belated at funeral.
The next excursion We made was 10 |
Windsor Castle, distant about twenty two
miles out from London. The queen being
absent a. Balmorsl, we anticipated no diff
ficuliy In being shown through the apart
ments Of state. We arrived before the
doors we're thrown open to visitors, and an
old gentleman seeing us lettering around
and dlvintng that we were Americans, vol
fast CObs to Stoke Pogis, distant about six
miles. and show us the house where VIII
liamPenn was born and the country church.
J y,
where his remains were laid. Promising to
return with US In an hour we accepted
his terms and found ourselves bowling
along over a smooth road and through one
OF the most beautiful rural sections to be
found In England. We were not long In
getting there, aud improved the time by
asking the driver all sorts Of questions re
|ating to Penn and the poet Gray. He al
ways had an answer ready which created a
Suspicion In my mind that the old gent,
though he had caught four suckers on his
hoook, and as they were secured. he would
humor them little. And yet as he had
lived In the neighborhood for fifty years,
every word tina. fell from lip smay have been
rue as Gospel. He pointed out the mag
1idcient park Of 500 acres. In which vast
herds Of big red deer we're tamely feeding,
IS once belonging to the Penn estate. The
arge white mansion partially concealed by
huge ancestral trees, he assured us was the
house in which William Penn was
oorn, spent portion Of bis mature years,
and after life OF usefulness, cbecke-ed
with hardships and Imprisonment, laid
himself down and died In the house where
lis mother had given him birth. When we
,ame to the old churchysrd we had no need
o pin our faith TO the old mans uttersnces
e tailed with ones conception CT the finest
PASTORAL poem In the Eoglish language 1t
vas surmounted by stone wall, but Ia.
)orers were at work extending its limits. |
or, SD reminders Of ones lstter end, the
Inheritance OF all mankind 10 six feet Of
'arth had been preempted, and here no
lAims sre jumped. The little old church
With It's ancient high-backed pews stands